Capítulo 4: Chapter 4

Jake would’ve been good to his people. Ethan knew that without quite knowing why. Something in that tone when saying so. In Jake’s wry earlier self-dismissal: you’re the best kind of trouble, and I’m an idiot…

He said, drawn by that echo into the impulse, “What have you been doing? Since the nineteen-fifties.”

“This and that. Exploring. Figurin’ out this whole crazy century of yours.” Jake’s eyes danced. Wicked haunting blue. Genuine human delight under that. “I like motorbikes. The cinema, ’f it’s got aliens. Ice skating, y’know, figure skating. Those costumes. If we’d had all those shiny crystals, in my day…”

“Bedazzled waistcoats?”